When She Exposed the PUA Forum
I just wanted to kill some time, but somehow I accidentally stumbled into a section called Male Awakening.
The instant the page loaded, my heart skipped a beat— the avatar of the pinned post's author matched my boyfriend Mike Collins' W Chat photo exactly, down to the tiny scratch in the corner.
I stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds, my fingers trembling as I tapped open the post.
The title stabbed at my eyes: "Been with my girlfriend for three months, haven't spent a dime—here's how to train a woman not to talk money."
My grip on the phone tightened as I read every word—it was all Mike's 'tactics': excuses to avoid buying me gifts, subtly steering me to pay on dates, even that birthday when he 'lost his wallet' and made me pick up the restaurant bill—all laid out in brutal detail.
Those little details stabbed at my heart like needles. I just couldn't believe it—someone who was always so gentle and sweet to me was secretly scheming behind my back like this.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my panic, still clinging to a sliver of hope—maybe the profile picture was just a coincidence?
So I messaged Mike, "Mike, my best friend's birthday is next week. How about I get her a designer bag?"
He quickly replied, "Why spend so much? Girls are just brainwashed by consumerism, wasting money on nonsense."
The last bit of hope I had shattered. I sent back, "But you said you liked that watch before—I was even thinking of buying it for you with my paycheck."
This time he replied quickly, his tone edged with impatience: "What's wrong with you? Suddenly bringing this up? Did you hear some nonsense from someone again?"
His reaction completely confirmed that he was the one who posted that message.
Tears spilled out before I could hold them back, dripping down onto the phone screen.
So the love I poured my heart into was nothing but a lie from the very start.
I wiped my tears and dialed Mike Collins' number, my voice cold as ice: "Mike, let's break up."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, then he pretended to be surprised: "Why? We're fine, why break up?"
"Don't you realize what you've done?" I raised my voice, "You're the one who posted that thread on the Male Awakening Forum, aren't you?"
His tone shifted suddenly, "How did you find out? Who told you?"
"I saw it myself." I sneered, "Aren't you exhausted from manipulating me for so long?"
"I was just joking around with some netizens; it's not true!" he started nervously defending himself.
"True or not, we both know the truth deep down." I said firmly, "We're done here."
After hanging up, I blocked him on W Chat and his phone number. My heart hurt deeply, but I also felt a sense of relief — finally free from this chain.
The day after we broke up, I listlessly opened the Male Awakening forum again. To my surprise, Mike Collins had posted a new thread.
The title was painfully blunt: "Gold-Digging Girlfriend Dumps Me for Being Poor, Then Tries to Twist the Truth."
I was so mad my hands were shaking—he actually played the victim, spinning a bunch of lies about me being "gold-digging," and below, a crowd of clueless people joined in, calling me gold-digger.
Why the h*ll should he scheme against me and then make me the scapegoat?
There was no way I was going to let this slide.
I opened my laptop, found receipts from shopping trips with my best friend, used photo editing software to change the names to Mike Collins and boosted the amounts—big ones too—luxury restaurant bills, designer store slips, making a dozen at once.
Then I hired a local courier and specifically told the driver, "Make sure you hand these orders to Mike Collins right in front of his coworkers."
That afternoon, the courier driver got back to me: "The guy's face went completely white when he saw the orders, and his coworkers were all whispering and pointing behind his back."
Hearing that, I felt a bit relieved, but I knew this was just the beginning.
Not long after, my best friend Stacy Scott sent me some screenshots — they were things Mike said in their group chat.
He claimed I had deliberately fabricated receipts to frame him and even said I'd been wanting to break up for a long time, scheming all along to find an excuse to slander him.
A few people close to him in the group didn't even check and just jumped in to call me "calculating."
I sent the screenshots to Stacy and called her: "Mike Collins has gone way too far; he's still making up stories about me."
Stacy comforted me, "People like that just can't accept losing. We have to let more people see who he really is."
"I've already sent a fake document to his company. He's definitely having a tough time at work now," I said. I added.
"That's not enough," Stacy said after a moment. "Why don't we find a chance to confront him face to face and leave him speechless?"
I nodded. "Alright, let's see what other tricks he tries."
After hanging up, I stared at Mike's post on my computer, my eyes slowly hardening — If he dares mess with me, he'll pay for it.
One Saturday, a week later, the sun was shining bright, and Stacy and I went shopping downtown.
At noon, we went into a fast-food place. Just as we sat down, I saw Mike walk in holding hands with a girl — Fiona, his company's intern.
Mike saw me too, froze for a moment, then walked over with Fiona, his voice full of mockery: "Hey, Bella Lynn, eating fast food alone? Without me, can't even afford a decent meal, huh?"
Fiona linked her arm with his, her eyes shining with pride, like she was showing off.
I put down the straw and said calmly, "What I eat is none of your business."
Mike sneered, "How is that none of your business? Didn't you break up with me because I was poor? Looks like your life isn't much better now."
Stacy couldn't help standing up to retort, "Mike, have some shame! Who was bragging about manipulating Bella on the forum?"
Mike's face darkened as he glared at Stacy, "Stop talking nonsense! Bella fabricated everything!"
I slowly took out my phone and opened a photo. "A few days ago, I saw a painting at a gallery. I thought it was beautiful, so I bought it."
The photo showed an oil painting worth hundreds of thousands. Mike Collins and Fiona Lee both stared, their faces full of disbelief.
"How can you afford such an expensive painting?" Mike's voice trembled.
"This amount of money means nothing to me." I said coldly, pulling out a black card from my wallet. "You should recognize this — it's the global limited edition black-gold card, right?"
Their faces instantly went pale — only people with assets over a hundred million are eligible to have this card.
"Who exactly are you?" Mike Collins stared at me and asked.
"Who I am isn't something you need to know." I put my card away. "I just want to make it clear—I never stayed with you for the money."
Everyone around was watching; Mike's face flushed red and pale in turns, then he quickly pulled Fiona Lee away.
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